Lyric of the Week: I LIFT MY EYES
Jesus Jones said, right here right now
Watching the world wake up from history
But I can’t seem to find a way how
To shake myself clear of this puzzling mystery
Why can’t I write? Have I lost my voice?
Have I run out of things to say?
While the righteous die and the wicked rejoice
Surely I can speak up today.
I lift my eyes to the mountains
From where will come my salvation
I shake my fist at the heavens
To where hides the lord of creation
What can he say in his own defense?
How much longer will the world turn without sense?
I look out across the ocean
Perhaps out there I can find some consolation.
George is dead, and his guitar gently weeps
Yet that evil Chairman President survives
The Angel of Death, he grimly reaps
But the agents of death somehow stay alive
A man who lived for peace, indeed who was peace
Is from this world now gone
But the child-killing monster who lip-services peace
Somehow manages to live on.
Eric Clapton once said, the blues is dying
A slow graceful death
And I must add, while fretting and sighing
That rock’n’roll is also taking its last breath
Whether peace and love, or sex and drugs
It’s all passing on and fading away
And all we’re left with is the punks and thugs
Yammering and clamoring to have their day.
©2018 The Hesh Inc.
As the first two lines in the second verse would indicate, I wrote this song not long after "the quiet Beatle" passed away. It was shortly after 9-11 and it irritated me to no end that someone like George, who worked his whole life to bring peace and enlightenment to the world, died relatively young while the father of modern terrorism, Yasser Arafat, went on living his life into a ripe old age. And what was even more irritating was that too many gullible westerners believed that the latter was as much about peace as the former ... there aren't enough words to express my disgust. So this song was an attempt to frame that.
May the world know real peace soon, with all the terror mongers and their enablers wiped from the face of the earth.